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I hope you enjoy this chapter, Puck is really starting to lose it!

Chapter 3: Not Good Enough

Puck stood there, looking around the empty room, the sound of the slamming door ringing in his ears.

What the hell had just happened?

One minute they were laying in bed, relaxing after an intense two hours of hot, wild sex, and the next thing he knew she was throwing on her clothes and barely saying bye to him. Though he knew this shouldn't bother him, it did. Maybe he was finally getting sick of just being the 'booty call'.

He got up from the bed, walking over to the window. He watched Quinn walk hurriedly to her car, but before she got in, she looked up at him. The sadness and anger in her eyes left him feeling numb, and before he knew what he was doing, he was running out of his room, headed towards the front door. He flung it wide open and ran towards her car.

"Quinn!" he yelled out, stopping right in front of her car. "STOP!"

She was sitting in her car, her eyes wide open. She blinked quickly, then took the key out of the ignition. He walked over to the drivers side, opening the door.

"Get out," he demanded. Quinn sat there, staring blankly at him as if she hadn't heard him.

"I'm not fucking leaving until you get out and explain to me what the fuck just happened," he said, getting angrier. She rolled her eyes and stepped out of the car.

"What do you want?" she spat. A part of him wanted to scream at her, the other part wanted to take her in the backseat and make her moan his name and beg him to stop pleasuring her.

"I want to know what the hell just happened, why you just booked it out of my room without barely saying bye to me."

"I have to go, and you're making it very difficult."

"You didn't have to go 20 minutes ago."

"Well now I do, so if you'll excuse me," she said, opening the car door and getting back in.

"This conversation isn't over Quinn, and you know it." With that, she rolled up her window and left him there, standing in the middle of the street. He stood there, dumbfounded, then realized he should go back upstairs. He went back inside the house, locking the door slowly before walking to his room. He opened the door and realized the open bottle of wine was still on the night stand. He angrily picked it up and chugged the rest of the bottle, barely even tasting it. He threw the empty bottle against the door, smashing it to pieces before sitting down on the bed, suddenly feeling dizzy. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see his phone flashing on the night stand.

Incoming call from: Santana

Puck really wasn't in the mood to talk, but he picked up anyway.

"What do you want."

"Well, hello to you too," Santana said, sensing the anger in his tone

"Sorry, just kind of pissed off."

"Well what happened?"

Puck really didn't want to talk to Santana about this...but he realized he really didn't have anyone else to talk to, so he sighed and started talking.

"Quinn was over, and-"

"Wait, Quinn was over?"

"Can you let me finish please?"

"Sorry, sorry, continue."

"Anyway, yeah, she came over. And we had sex. Then she got a text and booked it out of here, barely even saying bye. I went after her, but even then she barely said anything to me. Bitch."

"And...what's the problem exactly?" Santana asked, confused at the fact that Puck would even care if she stayed after having sex with him or not. He was Puck after all, notorious for having one night stands with many girls and not giving a flying fuck about it.

"I don't know...maybe I don't like being used for sex."

"Oh please," Santana said, laughing. "You're Puck, you have never minded being used for sex, or using girls for sex. Nice try, but I think it's something else."

"Then what the hell is it, cause I'm actually pissed off right now."

"I think," Santana started, "you like Quinn."

There was silence on Puck's end, and Santana knew she had hit the nail right on the head.

"You're stupid, why would I like her," Puck said, trying to mask the nervousness in his voice.

"Why? Helloooo, you hooked up with her when she was with Finn, got her pregnant, vowed to take care of her, be with her, love her, all that shit. But then she got with Sam, and yet you're still hooking up with her. Why keep hooking up with the same girl if you have no feelings for her, huh?"

Puck didn't have anything to say. Santana was right. She was completely right, but he didn't want to admit it...he couldn't.

"It doesn't matter anyway. I'm not good enough for her," he finally mumbled, laying down on his bed.

Santana sighed. "Yes, you are good enough. She's just a dumb, blind, blonde bitch, and she doesn't appreciate you the way she should. She clearly didn't love Finn enough not to cheat, and she doesn't like, or love, Sam enough not to cheat on him either. I think underneath the surface she feels the same way about you that you do about her, you just have to bring it out of her."

"Whatever, I-" Puck heard a beep, and saw that he was getting an incoming call from Finn.

"Hold on a sec, S."

He switched calls, wondering why Finn was calling him.

"Hey man, shouldn't you be busy doing your girl?"

"Oh shut up. We're done, and about to head out. Are you busy tonight?"

"Not really, why?"

Finn told him about his plan and Puck sat up, listening intently. Is he serious right now? Puck thought to himself, though he kind of figured he was.

"Dude...are you sure about this?"

"I've never been more sure of anything in my entire life," Finn said, his voice strong, no hint of shakiness or uncertainty.

"Well then, of course I'll be there. I'll just jump in the shower and head over there."

"Thanks, see you there." Finn hung up quickly and Puck switched back to Santana.

"S? Sorry, that was Finn, I gotta go."

"Yeah, me too actually. He texted me earlier. He wants all the glee members to meet at some restaurant?"

"Yeah, and you should probably dress nicely. It's gonna be a pretty nice occasion I hear."

"You know I clean up well."

Puck laughed at this, and when they had both exchanged their goodbye's, he put the phone down and stood up. He walked to the closet and picked out a nice pair of jeans and a black button down top. He tossed them on the bed, and imagined what Quinn might be wearing tonight...but he stopped himself. She was taken. And he had to learn to respect that...or find a way to change it.